"I don't get it though," my best friend Georgia said and gestured to the tv. "What don't you get?" I ask. Currently, we were watching Romeo and Juliet, the Leonardo DiCaprio in it, and Georgia had spent the entire beginning of the movie asking questions or saying she didn't understand it. "How do two people fall in love in only one day?" she asks. "Shouldn't it have, like, been four or five?"
"Ever heard or the expression 'love at first sight'?" I ask. She shrugs and I grab a strawberry out of the container and dip it in whip-cream. Mmm, strawberries and whip-cream, my favorite! "Okay, so, her parents are holding a costume par-is he gay?" Georgia asks/says and points to Romeo's friend. "Dude, I don't know! Can't you just watch the movie!?" I ask while chewing the strawberry in my mouth.
"Can I?" she asks and quirks an eyebrow. "Can you what?" I ask. She gestures to the strawberries. "Go ahead," I say. She grabbed one and started to watch the movie in silence.
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When the movie was over, there was only three strawberries left and half a tub of whip-cream, Georgia was as hyper as she could be, and I was setting up the PlayStation3 so we could watch YouTube. "Why YouTube?" Georgia asks. "All you ever watch is scary videos. Ooh! Let's watch Netflix!"
"Just because Brent Rivera said he watched Netflix doesn't mean you have to," I said in a "duh!" tone. "Who said it was because of Brent?" she asks. "Because I recall you telling me, 'OMG, Katie! Brent Rivera said he watched Netflix! We HAVE to start watching Netflix now!'" I respond, mocking her voice, while standing up and walking back to the couch with the PlayStation remote in my hand. "I do not recall saying that," Georgia says and stands up. "I've gotta pee," she says and walks toward the bathroom.
"Have fun!" I yell after her. "I will," she yells back. Laughing, I go to my subscriptions and click the channel 8-BitMassacre. I click their Smile.jpg video and start watching it. Georgia comes out of the bathroom a minute later.
"Ew, your watching them?" she asks as she sits down. "Don't judge people," I say without removing my eyes from the screen. "If we're going to watch YouTube, let's watch something decent!" Georgia says and grabs the remote. "HEY!" I yell and pounce on her. "Gyahh!" she screams as we fall to the floor.
"Give me my remote!" I scream. "No!" she screams and punches a bunch of random buttons. My video shuts off. "You bit... butthole!" I scream. "Haha!" she yells and wiggles out from under me.
"You suck," I say as we sit down on the couch. "At least I pulled up Panic Attack," she says. "They make decent scary videos. And they posted two new ones!" Georgia clicks the first video called Jeff the Killer 1 of 2. "So we watch this one then the second one," Georgia says. "Okay," I say.
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The reason I love Panic Attack is because their video were awesome. "That was amazing," Georgia says after the second video ends. "I thought it was funny because he just popped up in the windshield and they were all like, 'Gahh! Get out of the car!' Scream, scream, scream, stab!" I yell while doing a stabbing motion with my hand. Georgia laughs.
"And he was all, 'Hee! Hee! Hee!' Crazy laugh, points at the body, crazy laugh, points at the body!" I laugh while swinging my hands back and forth. "Oh, Katie, you're so weird," Georgia laughs. "You love that about me," I say. We back up the video and burst out laughing when his face pops up in the windshield of the jeep.
I cut the video off as our laughter dies down. Once we're into a peaceful silence Georgia asks, "Who's Jeff the Killer?" I shrug. "Should we look him up?" I ask. "Yep," she says and we go to my room to get my laptop.
A/N: That's the first chapter. It sucks I know, but it will get better. I swear. It was mainly to introduce the main female character (Katie) and her best friend (Georgia). Jeff will be in the next chapter. Like, comment, and vote.
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Evil Blood (Jeff the Killer Fan-Fiction)
FanfictionShe wore jeans and t-shirts during the summer. Shorts and sweatshirts during the winter. She was constantly in trouble. She loved scary videos and loved swimming. That would all change once a certain killer entered her life.
